f.d. mueller
| While I was in Seattle last week, I was coming home from work late (about
12:30 am) one night, and as I was driving down the parking lot to the building
where my suite was located, I spied a young women walking along the sidewalk
next to the building. Average height, with a mass of brunette, wavy hair.
She was wearing a *very* snug dress, thin straps over her shoulders and cut
to just below the cheeks. She had _incredible_ legs and open-toed high heel
shoes.
After getting out of my rental, she met me as I approached the sidewalk. As I got closer to her, I could now see her face (which paled in comparison to her legs), and I realized that she was quite upset, so I stopped to see if she needed anything. She asked me if I knew where room was 149 was. (I resisted the urge to say, "Hey, that's MY room!" ;-) I explained to her that the rooms here were numbered oddly, that 149 was actually on the _second_ floor. I then proceeded to walk her upstairs and show her the direction she needed to go. As she started down the hallway, she turned around and said, "Thanks. You're a life saver." I sure hope she wasn't being literal. |